In October, we took a long weekend trip to Penzance in Cornwall. We had a lovely rail journey, as part of the track runs right along the shore (we almost certainly traversed the portion of the track which has since been destroyed at Dawlish in the recent late-winter storms). We stayed in a Grade II-listed eighteenth-century town house on historic Chapel Street. The house was much bigger than our flat, with three floors and two separate living areas. We had to shout to each other to figure out who was where. We made great use of the fireplace and the two cozy armchairs in the living room and one night watched The Big Lebowski, which was in the DVD collection.
The first two things we noticed about Penzance were 1) that it smelled of sea salt (which reminded me of a family trip to the Canadian Maritimes) and 2) there were palm trees! (because Penzance is in a sub-tropical zone).
We were also just steps away from the house Maria Branwell, the mother of the Brontes, grew up in. Further up the street was the old Wesleyan Methodist chapel, which I suppose they must have attended (the Branwell were Methodists before the sect split off from the Church of England).
The next day, we headed out in the other direction, for St Michael's Mount, just off the coast at Marazion. You can see town and castle/island in this picture. It was quite breezy that day, so we also got to enjoy watching the kitesurfers as we walked along.